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Title: Or I would die trying
Character(s): Miyuki Kazuya, Sawamura Eijun, Kuramochi Youichi, Furuya Satoru, etc.
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xxxii. stupidity is everywhere
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It all started when Miyuki asked Sawamura an offhanded question.
While he was helping the southpaw finish his stretching, Miyuki thought of a question and then started thinking how he would ask in a way that would not reveal his great interest in the subject. And so he asked uncaringly, while Sawamura was facing the ground.
“Are you in a relationship?” Miyuki hid his interest by looking ahead of him, still on top of Sawamura’s back, while Sawamura blinked at his question.
“I am, why?” Shocked, Miyuki almost lost his balance (and that would have been funny, especially to one green haired moron if he was there to witness) but regained his composure.
Fixing his already fixed glasses, Miyuki coughed hiding that fact that he was rattled and confused on when did the idiot even get himself a significant other. Unforgivable.
“W-with who?” he fumbled on his words, but coughed again in order to hide his mistake. Sawamura was looking at him like he had grown a second head. Great, the idiot must be thinking he was sick or something.
“Senpai, are you sick?” see? Miyuki rolled his eyes and shook his head. Urging the pitcher to answer his previous question, Sawamura looked at him oddly.
“You already know who it is, you bastard. I’m not saying it,” and before Miyuki could reprimand him for being so impolite (and would have accused that the pitcher had never told him who he was dating, let alone knowing he was in a relationship at all), the southpaw already got up from their position, and started running with the other second years.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Miyuki ran back to the bullpen.
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“Since when did you start swinging the other way?” was what Miyuki first said to him when they met at the showers. Kuramochi blinked.
“What?” Miyuki clicked his tongue, shoving his clothes to his locker while he covered his lower body with his towel.
“When did you start swinging the other way,” Miyuki repeated slowly, and could swear he saw a demon behind Kuramochi but shook the thought away when it was gone the second he blinked.
“I’m asking you for the third time, what the hell did you just ask me,” Miyuki was starting to get pissed. When did Kuramochi become deaf anyway? They were just a few feet away, the hell.
“When the hell did you turn g–” before he could even finish his question, Kuramochi already lunged for his face. Miyuki dodged on time, but was not lucky the second time.
He received a punch on his face, and had his glasses falling rather hard on the ground. What the fu–!
“What the fuck! Why the hell did you just hit me?!” Miyuki was furious. He was just asking! He honestly thought Kuramochi was the guy Sawamura was dating! Of course, he’d be gay or at least bi if he’s dating a guy! There was no reason for Kuramochi to hit him at all! In fact, it should be Miyuki who should be hitting him.
He already told his teammates (except the lower class) that Sawamura was off-limits, and would be his (at least until he finds the courage to ask out the pitcher anyway) but Kuramochi still got the idea that Sawamura was ready to be taken, and was now dating him.
“You asshole. I’m not gay*, I’m perfectly straight. Fuck you still if you haven’t heard I’ve been dating Wakana since last week,” Kuramochi bit out, furious beyond belief while Miyuki looked in daze.
“Then who is Sawamura dating if it’s not you? Chris-senpai can’t be that person ‘cause he just told me last night he asked this girl from college out yesterday!” Kuramochi wanted to point out (from the back of his mind) that Sawamura could still be dating a girl, why Miyuki was picking out guys was beyond him before he remembered what his kouhai told him yesterday.
Kuramochi rubbed his temples to calm his nerves. It was not helping. Instead, he glared at the idiot catcher.
“You are an imbecile. I seriously can’t comprehend why they call you a genius when you’re that stupid. I’m outta here, you just made me lose my interest in washing myself with cold water,” Kuramochi stepped out of the shower room before Miyuki could ask questions.
Miyuki then left again with irritation bubbling inside him.
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Kanemaru wondered why the cafeteria was dimming, almost darkening to the point that he had to take his phone out to light up his tray because he could not see a thing (he thought for a second they were having a funeral) when he happened to look over Sawamura and the other third years’ tables.
Ah, he got his answer.
Sawamura was the same as usual, eating his food with great joy. Kuramochi-senpai was out there, cursing every single individual who dared talk to him while furiously typing on his phone (to who, Kanemaru could only guess). Miyuki-senpai was glaring at everyone, or specifically at the oblivious pitcher who was still eating his food with too much energy. Nori-senpai and the others were chatting amiably, as if trying to test a bubble that looked like it would pop the moment something moves.
Kanemaru saved his observations for later, and started eating his own portion (with his phone still out because the light was still too dim).
Maybe he’d be able to talk this out with his friend, Toujo, if they had a chance.
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Furuya was out begging for his mitt again, and Miyuki decided that today, he would humor his whim. He was still vexed from the other day’s revelation and Kuramochi’s extreme reaction from yesterday that he had no energy spending an extra energy to refuse their ace from pitching.
He’d still cut it down to minimum, but would add a few more balls lest he wanted Furuya to notice he didn’t really pitch all that much different from usual.
“Fifteen more balls, Kaibutsu-kun,” he teased. The pitcher just huffed, still on his pitcher mode (when Furuya was in off mode, he was usually sleeping–of course, also included during school hours– sans why he had two modes–pitcher mode and off mode), and began his trajectory.
Miyuki’s eyes tried to follow the ball with his eyes, however his attention soon drifted away from their ace when he caught sight of Sawamura talking to a guy from the audience stands.
He frowned.
“Senpai, look out,” he heard Furuya mumble, but Miyuki was too busy glaring at the guy across him that he barely heard him.
He soon figured out why when he felt his ribcage being ripped out due to the impact of Furuya’s pitch (everyone knew it’s best to stay away when Furuya was pitching–at least when they’re not at-bat or batting next).
“Cough, cough*” everyone had a moment of confusion before they all ran to the bullpen to see Miyuki crouching down the ground, and barely holding back his tears (the members almost had a heart attack).
“What are you all doing? Move!” one third year shouted from the back. All members dispersed, while Ono carried Miyuki on his back.
Furuya was too shaken that he didn’t register what was happening until Kominato filled him in.
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Miyuki stared at the tv in boredom, flipping channels every second because everything just appeared really blurry that he couldn’t even tell if they were interesting enough or not.
The door from his private room (he later soon found out he was rushed to the hospital–Miyuki thought they were overreacting but Rei-chan just shushed him with a glare) and he smiled a little when he noticed it was Sawamura.
(he wasn’t really certain it was Sawamura, but he was the only one he knew who would visit the earliest–despite the pitcher’s claims that he was a bastard and a tanuki– and so he didn’t question).
Gathering his courage, or rather his false courage because he was simply too delirious to comprehend what actually was going on. He gestured for the second year to get closer.
When he was certain that the pitcher was already an arm’s length away, Miyuki forced himself to sit up, and unexpectedly smacked his lips to the other.
He barely felt anything, but he smiled through it all anyway.
Score!
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“I can’t believe this,” covering his mouth with his hand, Sawamura carefully shut the door. And ran.
The bastard just kissed another person besides him (hell, they haven’t even shared a kiss) while looking exceptionally bliss.
What the hell is going on, Miyuki.
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As soon as Miyuki was given the health bill, and was therefore all right to receive physical pains, Kuramochi smacked him on the head.
“What the–! That was the second time, you bastard! What did I do?” Miyuki was seriously considering of wearing a helmet unless he wanted to accidentally suffer amnesia while Kuramochi enjoyed hitting him.
“You seriously don’t know what you did? I’m going to hit you again, and this time, I swear to god, you’re going to wish you never met me,” Kuramochi threatened. Miyuki inched away from the violent shortstop, wondering if he should call the police lest he wanted to get found dead across the river.
“I’m just confused as I was before, what the hell did I do,” Kuramochi crossed his arms, for once believing the bastard.
“You just cheated on Sawamura, you dipshit. The idiot’s burying himself with tissues,” and saying some shit like he’s just crying because of Kazehaya. Miyuki raised an eyebrow.
“Why would I cheat on him? Or better yet, why would it even matter to him what I do. And can I also ask what I even did?” Miyuki was honestly confused, and lost that he thought he should see a doctor because Miyuki always knew what was going on around him.
Kuramochi looked at him oddly, and a little angry for his kouhai’s behalf because how could Miyuki not know?
“You kissed Furuya at the hospital, you bastard. Sawamura saw it. And why would it matter to him? Are you seriously asking this?” Miyuki nodded, although wincing a little when he finally knew what he did. He’s still wondering why Sawamura would react that bad with him kissing Furuya though (although he was a little giddy because at least he had an effect on the southpaw).
Kuramochi clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“You’re dating the idiot, you idiot, of course it would matter!” Kuramochi almost shouted. Miyuki’s eyes widened.
“I am?! Or better yet, since when?!” Kuramochi would have hit Miyuki again if he didn’t see the look Miyuki was giving him.
Calming himself, he answered.
“Two weeks ago. Don’t even ask how I found out,” or how I was told. Sawamura would have been seriously injured if Kuramochi wasn’t secretly happy for his kouhai’s love life.
“How come I didn’t know?” Kuramochi raised an eyebrow.
“How the hell should I know? I seriously thought you knew when you asked me for my orientation,” here, Kuramochi almost smacked the idiot again.
“I honestly did not know. And I need to go.” Not even sparing Kuramochi a glance, Miyuki ran out for the door.
Kuramochi just watched in silence, wondering how two idiots could possibly be more stupid than they already were.
He would never know.
And he did not want to know.
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“Sawamura, you better open this door right now or I will break this down!” Miyuki threatened, banging the door for about five minutes now.
He was going to have talk with his pitcher right now, or he’d die trying.
“Go away, you cheater!” Miyuki’s eye twitched.
“I’m here to explain, you idiot! Open this fucking door right now!” he kicked it hard. The damn door was still closed.
Miyuki considered grabbing himself a bat so he could break the doorknob, when Sawamura saved him the trouble, and opened the door.
“Finally,” he breathed a sigh of relief (he really didn’t want to get the principal’s wrath for breaking school properties) but soon looked in pain when he saw the mess his pitcher made.
“What happened?” Miyuki asked quietly, subtly closing the distance between him and Sawamura. The pitcher glared at him, eyes red and puffy, he almost looked like someone who suffered sore eyes all his life.
“I think you already knew. You’re already here,” Miyuki scratched his head, wondering when he turned meek.
“I’m still not sure how I actually cheated on you,” he said it so fast Sawamura almost missed him. He didn’t.
“You kissed Furuya. How am I supposed to interpret that? That you just like kissing everyone just like that when you haven’t even touched me in any way, your lover?” the pitcher asked sarcastically, sniffing while he glared at the catcher.
“I really thought it was you. And since when did we start dating? I would have jumped in joy if I knew, but I really had no idea,” he whispered the jumped in joy but he was pretty sure the pitcher heard it anyway.
“You asked me out two weeks ago, you cheating bastard.” Sawamura huffed in annoyance, his anger subsiding because he had a feeling that today, Miyuki was being honest.
“I did?” Sawamura rolled his eyes.
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“So wanna go out with me for lunch?” Miyuki whispered the last two words, mentally smacking himself because when did he turn out to be such a whimp.
Sawamura actually smiled at him, different from his usual sunny grins.
“Finally, you crappy catcher. I’ve been waiting for months. Let’s go,” confused at Sawamura’s response, Miyuki allowed a satisfied smile appear on his face.
Next time, I’ll ask him out for real.
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Shocked, Miyuki just stared dumbly at the irritated brunet.
“Well? How are you going to explain yourself?” Sawamura was beginning to think that Miyuki was possessed. The catcher was hardly acting like himself, it was scaring him.
“First, I’m sorry,” Sawamura almost passed out. When did Miyuki ever apologize? In fact, the catcher’s way of apologizing was making you feel guilty until it was you who apologized first, and him forgiving you. What in the world was happening?
Sawamura nodded while mentally, he was already closed to fainting.
“Second, I honestly didn’t know we were already in a relationship. If I did, I swear to god, you’re not even gonna be able to walk in a month.” Sawamura blushed at the implications, but was still able to give the catcher a glare.
“You damn pervert, I’ll call the police. And yes, I noticed that now,” Sawamura rolled his eyes.
“I still haven’t forgiven you,” he tried to muster enough anger to actually make his point across (sadly, Miyuki’s strange behavior already erased that away) but failed. And the bastard knew it too.
Smirking as Miyuki finally realized the man of his desire had been his for almost three weeks now (whilst clicking his tongue for lost time), he trapped the pitcher between his arms and the wall.
The pitcher was screaming kabe-don* repeatedly on his head, and was wishing the ground would swallow him whole because the way Miyuki was looking at him was almost scary (but alsohot and sexy, Sawamura thought he was going insane).
“Let me grant you your first kiss,” Sawamura would have protested that it was not his first kiss (although it really was) but Miyuki was too fast for his own good.
Soon enough, Kuramochi wished he had not been such a caring senpai.
The smell coming from his and Sawamura’s room made him call the coach in haste, demanding he changed roommates or he would be knocking each of their damn doors to oblivion till they give him a bed to sleep on, or he’d die trying.